The Body
Ingrid Llewellyn
Dripping wet, the body tripped across the marble floor. Cold needles pricked the edges of its toes as they bunched up to keep from falling onto the shiny surface.
As the body reached for the fluffy white towel, the floor began
to move. The further the floor moved the colder the body got.
The need for the towel intensified as the tiny droplets of water
clinging to the bodys skin began to evaporate.
The body began to run towards the towel, silently screaming,
as the towel grew smaller and smaller and became a speck in
the distance.
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